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I set one day each weekend to spend with her, regardless of how good the fishing is. If the calls are coming in fast and thick with reports that indicate it's better than usual she relents and let's me go.
Like Capesams, I go after she is tucked away for the night. I always said the best thing about being a striper fishinerman is that most often it's better in the wee hours of darkness. So it works.
She understands, to a point, my addiction. Marriage is a two way street. If it's all one way, for one or the other, it's doomed. Some guys I know do get thier way more than their spouse but those women are weak in my eyes and though they are my friends, I sometimes feel they have a childish attitude and really don't appreciate how good a mate they have. Some women have the old world attitude towards their man which translates into them keeping their mouth shut and getting walked all over. I could not live with a women who does not and will not speak her mind when she wants to for fear it will upset the balance ( or lack of in most cases) in the home. That is stupid way to live.
I actually enjoy doing things with my wife except the mall gig and waiting while she shops but she knows this and would rather go alone anyways as she feels I am getting impatient most times.
Sometimes I over do it and get called in on the carpet and wish I copuld fish all the time like some of the supposed heavy hitters. But if you look deeply into it most of those guys live lonely lives and have taken to drugs or alcohol to make up for the times when they are off the boat or beach and there is no one to care for you or for you to care for, no calls to make sure your alright if a little late or come home to a warm house.
My wife doesn't fish. Has no interest in it. That's okay because I need time with my friends and she understands that. She knows where I am and what I am doing and knows it's better than a lot of other options. On our Honeymoon we came to the Cape for three weeks, during the middle of the second week I left her at the rented cottage and hit the beach overnight. When I arrived back the morning she was there cooking breakfast for me, I knew she was a keeper then.
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